#devalet

      →x┊❖;         The door clicks behind her, frost kissed irises glancing up from her studies to raise singular pearl brow in question of why exactly her roommate resembles a drowned rat. Rain can be heard pattering outside dorm windows, yet she recalls specifically mentioning to him to take an umbrella for his across-campus classes--he hadn't listened, if his appearance is anything to go by. 

[1:57:24 PM] →♥;ριкαcнυ: SOMEOBE WOULD END UP DEAD

[1:57:33 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: DONT KILL PEOPLE OMFG IM LA UGHING I SHO ULDNT BE L AUGHING BU TI AM

[1:58:13 PM] →♥;ριкαcнυ: LMAO IM JUST SAYING

[1:58:26 PM] →♥;ριкαcнυ: CAUSE POSSESSIVE AS FUCK

[1:58:35 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: I UNDERSTAND BUT OMG

[1:58:39 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: DONT KILL EDWARD

[1:59:06 PM] →♥;ριкαcнυ: HE MAY NOT EVEN KILL HIM MAYBE JUST LIKE

[1:59:17 PM] →♥;ριкαcнυ: RIP OFF HIS OTHER ARM

[9:25:54 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: jesu s christ

[9:20:25 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: red

[9:20:27 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: i cna't remember

[9:20:36 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: yye

[9:20:41 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: graciAS

[9:20:43 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: WELC

[9:20:47 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: he bETTER NOT BE A DICK

[9:20:51 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: hes being adick

[9:20:52 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: isnt he

[9:20:55 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: nO

[9:20:57 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: OF COURSE

[9:20:57 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: NOT

[9:20:57 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: HE IS

[9:20:59 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: IMLAUGHING

[9:20:59 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: BACKSPACES A LOT

[9:21:02 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: BRITT OMFG

[9:21:03 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: NO NO

[9:21:03 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: NO

[9:21:05 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: NOT GREED

[9:21:07 PM] ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: IM AL GHGIN SO HARD

[9:21:08 PM] →♥:ριкαcнυ: HE'S RLY NICE

      →x┊❖;         Cold wind licks upon uncovered flesh, unfelt and howling with warning of oncoming snow--worrisome, she admits, and as such the virtue finds herself making midnight rounds about the town light only by flickering lantern light, casting shadows every which way. It is a calm place, yet she finds it hard to sit in private sanctuary should even but one soul be out alone in event of raging storm. Guardian, mother, to these people it is her duty to protect.

        To her, even the sinners have worth.

        Unintelligible moan catches the femme's attention, frost-kissed hues averting gaze from the dancing light of footpaths and instead to the dark cloak of narrow alleyway, hunched figure catching attention. Aura is familiar, aware immediately that what sits in solitude mere feet from her person is not human in being and yet, even to her cracked reflection does she feel mercy. Low hum is given in brief to signify her presence, likely unnecessary but done habitually, soft treads upon stone drowned out by echoing stillness as she makes her way to one she has met but only once before, in mere brevity.

        He is quite a sight, Charity observes upon crouching down to his level, concerned for his well-being regardless of both form, and whether or not he wants that sort of caring nature directed at his person. Without hesitancy doth petite extremity extend forth, svelte phalanges caressing untarnished skin on either side of nasty gash within dirt-stained visage. Then does soft exhale fall from faintly parted brims, worry laced within breath rather than exasperation. 

        ❝Do you not heal when cut? These are not good to let fester.❞ Brief chastisement is given, his condition not one meant to be left outside in a blizzard, as she has no doubt it would be, sitting here for hours despite piling snow. Gentle push against stone ground and she is upon her feet once more, extending ivory-toned hand downward in offering of help. ❝My assistance may not be of your appreciation, but I've no intention of allowing you to remain outdoors. A storm will be coming soon, and you, are bleeding.❞ Soft click of tongue accompanies her words, and the usual warmth within sapphire optics is but an ember, replaced with visible stubbornness.